THE CONDOR PASSES

I'd rather dire in fire than in frost.

The frost is a slow creeping death

one I'd like to avoid.

I'd rather die falling than drowning

at least I'd experience something new

something I've always wanted to

in my last moments.

I'd rather die with pills than with razors

or bludgeons

holes.

It would be a soft way

a quiet way

a peaceful way.

If I have to die

I'd rather it be on my terms.

But if you have to die

I want you to drown in a sub-arctic river

with punctures

and lacerations

and bruises

and maybe a broken neck, to boot.

See, when you die

I'd rather it be on my terms, too.

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